The Tower

You're the tower that collapsed in my life,

An edifice of strength crumbling into a storm of dust.

The echo of your fall reverberates through the hollow chambers of my heart,

A poignant reminder of a past intertwined.

In the aftermath, I traverse the ruins of our shared history,

Stumbling over the skeletal remains of our promises, once cast in iron.

Yet, being blanketed by the dust of your departure does not deter me,

Rather, it illuminates a path lined with shards of our shattered reflections.

In the echo of your downfall, I hear the birth cry of a nebula,

Its celestial grief punctures the silence of my solitude.

Each explosion is a shared memory, each particle a piece of our saga,

I find myself in the debris of us, in the cosmic dance of loss and discovery.

In the bleak canvas of your absence, I trace your silhouette,

Each stroke is fueled by the embers of our extinguished flame.

And as I approach the edges of your shadow, I realize,

Your collapse was not my end but my metamorphosis.